I grew up in a small, quaint town. I had a good life, born into an upper-middleclass family with loving parents. Nothing to complain about really.

The town was nothing special, apart from the old ‘summer cottage’ that used to be in a state of decay. It belonged to an old aristocrat family, who abandoned it because they could no longer afford to maintain it. In fact, that used to be my family.

My father grew up there. He would always tell these amazing stories of the house. From his own experiences to that of his ancestors. A place with ages of family history. I was always sad to see it fall into disrepair. I could just imagine life there. The luxury, the servants running around, all the entertainment rooms. It just sounded amazing to me.

I was quite happy when a new owner came into town. Restorations quickly started and after a while, the manor reappeared in its original glory.

Rumors spread quickly about who this mysterious figure could be, but nobody knew. It had to be someone with deep pockets.

Since my dad (who passed away recently) had kept a big archive of all kinds of information about the house, and had told me all about it, I decided to try and meet the new owner to show all of it.

I grabbed some boxes, hopped in my car and drove over. The door was opened by a young man my age, 20 something years old. He wore something that looked like a butler’s uniform. A bright purple tuxedo jacket with white pants and a bowtie. Neat, shiny leather dress shoes completed the outfit.

“How may I help you, sir?” He calmly asked.

I was quite surprised by his appearance. A gorgeous young man in such an outfit. Just wow.

“Uh yeah, I was hoping to meet the owner. My family used to live here for generations and we have quite an extensive archive about the place’s history. I figured the new owner might be interested in that. Are they home?”

The servant looked at me. “Actually sir, master Smith might be very interested. He mentioned before how he was hoping to meet the manor’s previous residents. Please follow me.”

He took me to a sitting room and asked me to wait there. The place was absolutely beautiful, just like I had imagined it might have been in its glory days.

After a while another young man appeared. He was dressed way more casually than the man I had just met.

“Hey, I’m Logan. I bought and restored the place, thanks for coming over! The history of this place fascinates me. Do you want a drink?”

He ordered the butler to fetch a few beers and snacks as we went through the contents of the boxes. The butler quietly waited for new orders in the corner of the room. I found myself checking him out constantly.

“See the thing is. I am fascinated by aristocracy, wealth and power. I accidentally made a fortune with bitcoins so now I get to live out those fantasies. I’m really lucky that way. My manservant there is Lucas, he is the first f hopefully many to work here. Having him run around the house and serve me is quite exciting. Don’t you like his uniform? I noticed you keep checking him out.”

I blushed. “You saw that right. I think it’s really nice what you’ve done with the place. Hiring servants really restores the historic atmosphere. My dad used to tell me about all the butlers, valets and maids who used to work here. Quite exciting.”

Logan looked at me for a while, seemingly in deep thoughts.

“I hired Lucas because even though he obeys me extremely well, he can also be dominant enough to lead a team of valets and maids. Just as butlers used to be head of the servant staff back in the days. And the thing is, the way I see you looking at him, I think you might be a good fit for that team. Your loser family managed to screw up their privileged lives by financial mismanagement. You just came running here to please the new owner with all this information. And most importantly, your cock gets hard every time you look at Lucas. And my gut feeling says it’s not because you want him to submit to you. No, you want to be his inferior. Serve in the place your family used to live their privileged aristocrat lives.”

I was shocked. This was quite the change of tone. But something in me was excited.

“I might not be the smartest, I didn’t even finish high school, but I have a talent for this stuff. Lucas here was one of the builders in the renovation. A rough, unrefined and unmannered guy. Now he serves me 24/7, polite as fuck and obedient like a dog. But he doesn’t thrive in just obedience. He needs a team to dominate, a team that submits to him.”

My heart was pounding. This was so hot.

“I just know that you belong on your knees before him. Before me. You would make a great servant in my employment. In a cute uniform, your cock locked to keep your focus on my pleasure instead of yours. Lucas, come over here and show Paul here your locked cock.”

Lucas quickly came over and without hesitation dropped his pants and underwear. “Yes master.” he calmly said, as he stood there half naked.

Logan grabbed the cock cage. “This metal here, that’s my secret in training Lucas. Taking control of an inferior’s cock really increases submissiveness. Of course, once he will get control over a team of servants, he will receive the benefit of unlocking regularly to train and motivate them.”

My cock only grew harder. “See, I am gay. I like my servants to be good domestic workers, but I also require sexual submission. Again looking at your cock, that actually seems to excite you.”

I was silent for a bit, weighing my options.

“Well, Logan. You might be right. I am captivated by Lucas here and his servitude. It might be right for me too.”

Logan smiled contentedly. “Let’s find out immediately. Get up and join Lucas. He will take you to a uniform, then report back. Lucas, you mentioned needing a maid to do cleaning. A maid’s uniform is in the servants closet.”

We walked through some service passages and stairways up to the attic, the servants’ quarters. I was shocked by the uniform. A traditional French maid dress, but in purple.

“This is for you. Strip away everything you are wearing and put it on.”

When I was down to my underwear, I reached to grab the dress.

“Tsk. I said everything, didn’t I? Dumb bitch.” Lucas hissed annoyed.

“I’m sorry.” I said softly.

“I am sorry, sir.”

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” I replied back.

As soon as I stood fully naked, Lucas grabbed my cock and slapped my ass. “Master Smith will be excited with this.” He whispered to himself.

After putting on the dress, I saw myself in a mirror. What a humiliating sight, but fuck also very horny.

We returned to Logan, who applauded as I walked in. “Gorgeous, fits you perfectly. You look like a natural, I can already see you dusting the furniture and scrubbing the floors.” He signaled me to turn ar, so I did. Lucas then swooped in and pulled up the dress, exposing my ass.

“He sure is a fine specimen master. I would be excited to train him in your service.”

Logan chuckled. “If only my parents could see me. They died in poverty, I was sent to an orphanage and now I am selecting servants for my manor. Life can be surprising.” He then cupped my ass and pressed on my anus. “Bouncy cheeks, tight hole. Very good. That cock is a bit too big for my taste, but that’s nothing that a good cage cannot fix.”

He ordered me to get back up.

“Here is the deal. I want you. Having a direct descendent of the aristocrat family serving me in his family mansion is a great story. I offer a £7,500 monthly salary deposited into a high yield investment account. You will move in here and be available 24/7. I will pay for any clothing, medical or other expenses. Lucas will train you to become an obedient little maid. You will obey him and obey me. You will serve me sexually, and eventually Lucas too. I am your master, he is your sir. You will obey any order that does not violate laws or will cause lasting damage to your body. I am considering having a crest designed, that I would like to tattoo on my staff. That is a hard requirement. In short, I will own you. Use you as I see fit. Your life will be centered around me. Your needs, wishes and dreams set aside to serve mine. You will be my slave. My property.”

I was flabbergasted. This guy was pretty straightforward. My cock felt as if it was going to explode. That sounded like a dream I never knew I had.

Fast forward 6 months, I moved in that same day. My possessions donated to goodwill, I now only needed my new uniform and any other clothing provided by my new owner. Lucas was a strict leader, training consisted lots of drills. I love my new life.

Can you spot me in these pictures?

Enjoying the smell boy? .... "yes sir" (muffle, muffle)